You sit down, and begin to read The Lusty Changeling Maid. The book reads:

"Marelon
Dearest Blackhorne, the fountain spring hath gone full.

Blackhorne
Truly? But it hath not rained since yestereve.

Marelon
Thou art not wrong, but tis a different one, thou see?

Blackhorne
Oh, it hath spilled! But be it not reserved for Master only?

Marelon
Worry thyself not, for tis mine private spring after all. Art thou ready to rope thy bucket?

Blackhorne
Mistress, the day hath been long and I am exhausted. I haven't magick left!

Marelon
No need for magick. Thy hooves and muzzle art swell enough to work.

Blackhorne
But it might take all nite!

Marelon
Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time..."

The clock on the wall indicates five o'clock.